I was planning to write about the craziness (from some perspectives) in Greece today, but I am too upset by the death of Maurice Sendak. Let us all mourn Maurice Sendak. We really want our geniuses to last forever. They don't, of course, but I was hoping Sendak might be around to write something special for my future grandchild.
What the hell. Where the Wild Things Are and In the Night Kitchen are eternal. Goodbye, Maurice. You were one of the greatest poets of our time.